Originally Posted by bikenh

I fess, I haven't read your post...YET. I'll read it later tonight when I'm in a much quieter environment than McDonalds.

I guess it depends on are you saying bad thing or scary thing.

Scary thing...

Last year I stopped by the I-81/US20 McDonalds. I wanted to get online and see how much more of the main climbs I had left before I finally got out of the darn hills that seemed much bigger than what they looked like online. After I finished up I put my computer back in the backpack and grabbed the water bottles and went back inside to go to the bathroom and fill up the water bottles before leaving. I walked into the bathroom and went over to the toilet. This wasn't the normal setup, no divider between toilets. Their was another guy at the urinal beside me. To say the least I could miss what was going on. He was flat out staring at me. The next thing he is licking his chops. I'm beyond worried. Next thing he starts pumping himself. I couldn't even go. I was flat out shocked. I walked over to the sink to fill up the water bottles and I knew I wasn't even going to think about leaving until he was totally off the property. He finished up while I still filling up the bottles. He continues licking his chops while waiting for me to finish up at the sink. I walk out the bathroom door and walk over to the main entrance and walk out the inner door and stand between the two doors. He walks out and walks right beside me and says "Boy, I've love to suck that!". I'm standing there totally appalled. I didn't know what to think. I walked back in and set back down. He walked out and unlike any other McDonalds I've been around he walked over to the picnic table, across the parking lot from the building, and set down. I figured his car was right between the tables and the building. After 15 minutes or so he gets up and comes back in and walks into the bathroom. He walks back out and opens the trunk and pulls out a bottle of water and goes back and sits down at the picnic table. He sets there for another 10-15 minutes before he comes back in and fills the bottle up. I sneak out drivethru side to see what he is going to do when he doesn't see me there anymore. I knew he knew I was the one on the bike since I had biker shorts on and not street shorts on. He walks back out and sits down at the picnic table again. I knew what I had to do and I knew to do it I had to get lucky. The next time I he came in I made my move and managed to make him think I had left while he was in the bathroom. I watched him as he came out and he drove very slowly all the way through the parking lot, both the main lot and the big bus lot in the back. As he started to leave I ran to the front door to see which way he was going to go. I was hoping it was in a different direction than me. He took off and head southbound on I-81 and disappeared. I left fairly quickly after he hopped onto the onramp.

Yeah, definitely a bit of scary situation. It was my word against his so I knew saying anything to the manager was out of the question. I knew I had to get rid of him myself.